Gotta Kick It Up Page #3

Ninth-Grade Dance Team Tryouts

Shh!

Will Be Tomorrow At 3:30

In The Gym.

Be Sure To Bring

Your Own Music.

Any Questions,

Please See Ms. Bartlett.

Yes! Good Job, Esme.

You Did It.

Hey...What's The Deal

With This Dance Team?

Oh, You Hate

The Whole Idea,

Remember?

Every Time I Ever

Brought It Up, It Was,

"Oh, That's Right.

Losers R Us."

Yeah, But Now I'm Thinkin'

It Could Have Its Upside.

Maybe Along The Way Develop

Some Ol' School Pride.

Check This Out.

Whoa, You Feelin' Ok,

Chica?

[Sighs]

Principal Zavala...

I Was Out Of Line

Dancing In Class, Sir.

Don't You Think

My Detention Time

Would Be Better Served

In A School-Sponsored

Activity?

That's Very Mature,

Miss Salinas.

Esmeralda?

Since You've

Been Spearheading

This Whole Endeavor,

Let Me Ask You.

Do You Think

That Daisy Would Make

A Positive Addition

To The Dance Squad?

Well, You Definitely

Gotta Give Her Props

On Her Dancing.

First Word

Of Any Disrespect

Or Lack Of Commitment

That I Hear

From Ms. Bartlett...

Back In Detention.

Slam Dunk.

Assist:
Esmeralda.

[Bell Clangs]

You're Welcome, Daisy.

Whatever.

"Dance Team Try-Outs"?

Audicones?

Ah.

"Tomorrow 3:
30

In The Gymnasium."

Perfecto.

Auditions.

That's The Same

In Any Language.

I'll See You There.

Man, Where Is She?

Like I Don't Have

Better Things To Be Doing.

I Knew This Was

Too Good To Be True.

She Can Bail,

So Can I.

Chuy's Waiting.

Heading Back

To Detention,

Miss Salinas?

Good.

Then Please Sit Down.

All Of You,

Take A Seat.

I Cannot Dance

Sitting Down.

Rules First.

Then You'll Dance.

Every Team Member

Is Required To Wear

Her Gym Uniform,

White Socks,

And Clean Tennis Shoes.

Like I'm Really Gonna Be

Scrubbing My Sneaks.

Thanks For Dropping By.

Laces Tied,

Shirts Tucked In,

Hair Pulled Back

Into A Ponytail Or A Bun.

She's Worse

Than Zavala.

Seriously.

Is This Dance Or Boot Camp?

Girls Must Attend

Every Practice,

And You Must Be On Time.

Sorry. I'm Sorry.

I Had To

Drop Off My Brother

At My Aunt's House.

Tardiness Is Unacceptable.

No Excuses.

No Team Member Is Allowed

To Have A Failing Grade.

A "D" Will Put You

On Probation.

That Leaves Us Out.

Come On, Joanna.

Let's Get Out Of Here.

Adios.

No Jewelry.

No Dark Lipstick.

No Long Painted Fingernails.

Anybody Else Wanna Leave?

Ok, When I Call Your Name,

Come On Down

And Play Your Music.

Try And Keep Your Choreography

To Under A Minute.

Choreo--What?

She Means Show Us

Your Best Moves,

And Don't Hold Back,

Got It?

[Guys Yelling]

All Right, Let's Go!

[Whistles]

Excuse Me, Mr. Zavala,

Do You Mind?

We're Having

Our Tryouts.

We Practice In Here

Every Tuesday And Thursday.

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